Dace and Kirk

The bearded man with tattoos up his arms drags the bald one by the rope, his grip tight around the neck as the third, dark-haired, clean-shaven, and built like a tank, watches from the corner, fingers already tracing the restrained man’s ass. The flogger cracks against bare skin, leaving red trails where the rope bites into muscle, while the blindfolded one moans into the restraints, his hole already slick with anticipation. Dominance turns to submission as the muscular man kneels behind him, fingers probing deep, the rope cutting off his breath with every thrust.